I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
The anger that surged through Noah's body was only amplified by the fact that the woman could not get out a coherent sentence. He wrapped his arms around her as she curled in towards him, resting her head in the crevice of his muscled shoulder. He placed on hand on the back of her head, trying to listen as best as he could and decipher what she was trying to tell him. "Delphine...what happened to the girls? Who did this? Wha--" He stopped himself, feeling the anger bubble and boil in his gut and threaten to let loose.
His heart pounded against his chest as he held her, and he was sure she would be able to hear it. Whatever had happened to her -- to her children -- was horrible, that much he knew. While she may not be the most emotionally stable person in Caido, the crumpled woman on his floor before his fire's hearth was not the same woman who had sat here before, eating stew with her twins. Noah could feel the muscles tense in his back, and every fiber in him screamed at him and told him to go look for the girls, but he waited, giving Delphine the chance to speak, to explain what was going on.
NOAH
